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    Mark didn’t know if he was a bad person, but right now he sure felt like it.

    This didn’t stop the soft, wet heat enveloping his cock with every sloppy but hard thrust his hips made in the familiar instinctual pattern of in out in out, harder, faster– feeling like heaven and making his blood sing joy in his veins.

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    “What is a Snow Qu-een and why am I assumed to be one?”

    “SHIT Mark–he can fucking hear us?!” Cecil crackled in a panic in Mark’s ear. “Um, wow–okay, so–uh, you can hear really well–” he cut his nervous rambling off with a shitty forced cough before starting again, “I am Mark Grayson, who are you?” He called out finally, forcing the heroic bravado back in his voice again, pretending to ignore just how soft that white hair looked. (Would it feel as soft tangled in his calloused palms?)

     

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    Mark is down bad for the newest Viltrumite sent to Earth to kick his ass into submission, cue the question of what is worth it: morality or boipussy

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